Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.